Cool mountain stream
ripples and rushes
among slippery
moss covered pebbles.
I roll over smooth rocks
and tumble laughing
under waterfall’s liquid delight.
I raise my face to nature’s
rushing silver brilliance
and catch glistening reflections
in my hands.
My body is pampered by the breeze.
My eyes are heavy from sensual rapture.
I am wrapped in a blanket of fearlessness
dreaming of a place with no depiction
and watched by angels as I sleep.

So serene and calming is this that I visualize being there beside you sitting on that clear mountain morning. Perhaps a fishing line and bobber floating on the current with the scent of the woods and teh moss in my nostril and birdsong in my air...you captured all of that and more.